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rds on the building

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e is so busy. Everything looks fancy-glass walls, expensive floors, a

me, rich, and famous. He even loves kids and helps orph

ack stiletto heels, and my feet already hurt. My black long-sleeve shirt isn't

nned my life: study hard, get good grades, and succeed. My A-levels? Five A's. That'

ne calls from the ot

. Some people look at me, and I even hear someo

ew room, I pause, close my e

hloe," I whisper, t

t my file. "...Chloe Jones." He smiles. "I'

pecially the front, a little bit gray. If his belly didn't shoot ou

" I say, trying to stay calm

ones," he says with a grin. "Five strai

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er's in Computer Science

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hat do your

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wouldn't happen to own 'Eat

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," I reply

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ng wrong, s

with a small sigh. "There's no ment

s stuff. I never joined clubs, sports, or school trips-I was too focus

in that f

" he says kindly with a reassuring smile. "Your qualific

e rejected. N

u give me anothe

goes off. It's so loud,

Mr. Philip says and

him running into a big hall, and I take off my heels then fol

arke i

ting, panicking. They're all asking him what

w, all the data will be

d ruin the company. Luckily, I studie

ht be my

one turns to stare at me like I'm an alien. We

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rd me, but I shout,

y s

data leak. Let me take

e for a moment. "Let

rds ste

someone planted it on purpose like in most films I used to watch, it's always those closer to the billio

s behind me. T

o myself.

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eps forward,

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I say and give him a sad

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head. "What

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